What a finish to the game. A quite magnificent finish from Lyle Taylor was a rare piece of quality in an otherwise poor game, and it was that striker that set Wimbledon on their way. Plymouth had a late claim for a penalty turned down in injury time, before Akinfenwa’s penalty, but in truth, they probably didn’t do enough on the day: Carey was marked out of the game, Matt never got enough support, and Reid wasn’t given enough time off the bench to make an impact.

Wimbledon will play in League One next season, the same division as MK Dons. It’s a quite remarkable story.

Thanks for reading, and for your emails and tweets. See you next season. Bye!

Akinfenwa, twice a play-off final loser and whose contract is up at the end of this season, has been talking to the cameras. He is hilarious.

“It’s what dreams are made up. It’s a beautiful thing. Oh, yeah, but sidebar, I think I’m technically unemployed. So any managers out there, hit me up on the Whatsapp. All those people who said I was too big to play football. Haaaaaaa, come on now. From playing in the dark in Hackney to winning at Wembley. It’s a beautiful thing.”

Penalty to Wimbledon!

Azeez, just on, goes down in the area after another Wimbledon counter-attack. Forster brings him down, it’s clumsy but never a penalty, Azeez ran into Forster! Azeez, Kennedy and Akinfenwa are all arguing over the ball. They all want to take it. Akinfenwa wins the argument, obviously.

96 min: Akinfenwa wins the flick on, and Taylor is through on goal. He’s clean through … no! A terrible shot, he tried to chip McCormick but completely scuffed it and the keeper just caught it. He’s injured himself in the process, too, and has to come off: Azeez on.

94 min: Penalty shout for Plymouth! Oh, that could have so easily been given. Carey makes an incisive run down the left, feeds Tanner, who is bundles to the ground by Bulman. There’s not to much contact, but Bulman got none of the ball. Not given!

92 min: It’s taken a while for them to react, but here Plymouth come, attacking in waves. Reid, with his trademark low socks, controls the ball on the right and crosses towards Matt but Robinson heads clear. He’s had an excellent day.

88 min: Attack it is! Bulman strives forward on the counter attack, feeds Taylor on the left, and the goalscorer stands up a cross to Akinfenwa at the back post. The big man powers a header towards the top corner from close range, but a quite magnificent save from McCormick turns the ball over the bar. That is some save. Keeping Plymouth in it!

84 min: Lord have mercy: Hartley comes together with Akinfenwa under a high ball. Who do you think comes off the worst? Hartley comes down from a great height, lands flat on his back, and writhes around in agony on the ground. Ouch. He’s not getting up, and is going to have to come off. Forster comes on in his play. That was a lengthy delay for the stretcher.

80 min: Wimbledon should be 2-0 up! Fuller makes a surging run from right back, plays a lovely one-two with Taylor and is clean through, but McCormick comes out and makes a wonderful save with his right hand, closing the angle superbly. Fuller holds his head in his hands, he knows his shot could have been stronger.

GOAL! AFC Wimbledon 1-0 Plymouth Argyle (Taylor 79)

And they have scored! Ooooohhhhh! Could that be the goal that takes AFC Wimbledon to League One? And it’s Taylor, who has got it with his 23rd goal of the season, latching into a teasing low cross from Kennedy. The ball dipped at the last minute, and Taylor read it, before a deft touch glances the ball off his right boot, past McCormick and into the corner. Taylor goes wild, ripping his shirt from his back, and sprints towards Ardley, who sprints down the touchline to greet him. Dons fans going crazy here!

70 min: Great chance for Wimbledon. A clever run from Elliot is well found with a pass down the line from Kennedy. Bulman, 37-year-old Bulman, is the first of Wimbledon’s midfield to join Elliot and he breaks beyond the striker into the box but it’s a poor cutback and McHugh is able to clear. No clear-cut chances as yet, but Wimbledon are getting into some excellent positions.

64 min: Carey may have been a ghost in this hour, but he’s making himself a nuisance from set pieces. First Jervis wins a free-kick right on the edge of Wimbledon’s box – Carey gets it up and over the wall but Roos is there to palm it wide. Next he swings a deep cross to Hartley who is completely unmarked at the back post for Plymouth. Oh no! He can’t connect properly with the header and instead nods it into the turf, the ball bouncing kindly into the arms of Roos. Hartley should have scored!

59 min: The quality is still poor, but the atmosphere is definitely hotting up, particularly as both teams are now kicking towards their own supporters.

Alex Ross on the email: “I asked my friend, Big Tim, who I am accompanying today, what the best Plymouth chant was when I met him earlier. “Argyle, Argyle,” I was told. Witty it may not be but at least they’re singing it loudly. The last time I was at Wembley I watched England play Macedonia. I can confirm that today’s atmosphere is better.”

54 min: Great block from Nelson! The ball fell to Barcham on the edge of the box and the winger smashed it goalwards on the volley but Plymouth’s captain threw his body in front of the ball. Fearless defending.

53 min: Mellor is increasingly looking like a weak link for Plymouth at right-back. Twice in two minutes the defender has given the ball away in dangerous areas, with Barcham pouncing. Elliot gets to the byline and swings a cross in towards his mate Taylor, but Nelson is there to head it behind his own goal. Corner to Wimbledon, but it’s cleared by Boateng.

51 min: Oooooo, so nearly an own goal from Carl McHugh. This was very nearly a spectacular one from the Plymouth defender, who tried to lob the ball back to his goalkeeper, but sent the ball just a yard wide of his own goal. McCormick was stranded. McHugh is a lucky boy.

47 min: Plymouth are immediately on the front foot, with Wylde whipping in a dangerous cross to the back post. Jervis beats the keeper Roos to the ball but can’t direct his header at goal. Roos actually clattered into Jervis there and got none of the ball, but none of the Plymouth fans appealed for a penalty.